Puppet Strings
Its finally finished
PUPPET STRINGS
Faith has me weary
Fate has me weak
Hate has me fearing
Every time that I breathe
Does anyone hear me
I sit and I scream
Scratching and I'm tearing
Myself at my seams
It seems I'm grasping
And grabbing
Instead im dragging
Then gasping
Is this real
Is it happening
Because I feel
Myself lapsing
My mental walls
Collapsing
From my sinful ways
Of crafting
My demons keep on
Stacking yes packing
Up this rage
Backing me in this cage
Laughing at my pain
Feels like they keep stabbing
Gnawl bite teeth gnashing
Till I scream
Addiction has me
This fiction drags me
What a predicament
That has me this
Puppetier and his strings
Controlling every single thing
Every motion of my being
Just hoping
For better luck coping
With what I feel
What I know is real
I hate that I love
What I know is bad
Seriously c'mon
What the hell
Delirious I'm compelled
Overall overwhelmed
By coming up out of
My shell that hit
Right on the head
Of the nail
Inspite of my regrets
I've tried yeah
That you can bet
Saved my soul
With my own
Personal respect how's that.
becoming heartless
i try my hardest
reguardless ive broke
myself down
respect gone
neglect is all ive been shown
regret time has flown
im chilled to the bone
keep killn myself with this dope
hanging on a rope
just give myself false hope
suspended by strings
I float
cant feel my throat
numb from all the coke
and blow
i chose to smoke
na i dont think
lifes a joke
I jus always choose
the wrong road
And that in itself
Has me on
A tite wire rope
A fire in my soul
Like the ember
From a burning
Coal in a stove.
3-25-21 Joseph Earl Coalson
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